Not Too Late

Nothings as I planned it, on this peculiar planet Running in rotation, walking round the towns Of a young and dumb and naive nation God damn this pavement, it feels like enslavement And as the cars were piling up I crawled behind my coffee cup There on the horizon, right before my eyes An image I found so serene, a sunrise you'd find in a dream And the sky illuminated, and the canvas clouds were painted And after all of these escape routes that I've sought, I thought, I thought I might as well look on the bright side Settle in tight for the long ride There is no one left to blame Cutting my ties with these white lies Keep an eye out for the sunrise It is not too late to change A wise man knows, that he's not wise Instead of speaking loud he listens And he tries to see it from both sides I've been meaning to join him but I just got caught up With obstacles parked in my head and problems I thought up All these well phrased works of fiction And the constant contradictions Like Henry Thoreau, I let go of those things But I sing, I sing I might as well look on the bright side Settle in tight for the long ride There is no one left to blame Cutting my ties with these white lies Keep an eye out for the sunrise It is not too late to change It all boils down to a chemical reaction A stream of dopamine, some endorphins then it happens It's that quill penned promise, the pursuit of happiness But it's only the pursuit, the rest you'll have to catch And I know these times seem scary But they're only temporary We are constantly in motion With emotions on the brink, and I think, I think We might as well look on the bright side Settle in tight for the long ride There is no one left to blame Cutting my ties with these white lies Keep an eye out for the sunrise It is not too late to change